Now he's gone, now he's gone, I'm lost again. Now he's left, now he's left, I cannot breath. Hey, can you save me, save me? Cause I'm lost, we're losing seconds.
-I'm lucky, Michonne. Working with my family towards a better future is, it's all I ever wanted. That's what I got. I got to do what I wanted... right up to the end.
Deanna Monroe, The walking dead. Sexta temporada, capítulo ocho.
Me moriré de ganas de decirte que te voy a echar de menos… Y las palabras se me apartan, me vacían las entrañas. Finjo que no sé, y que no has sabido, finjo que no me gusta estar contigo… Y al perderme entre mis dedos te recuerdo sin esfuerzo.